haha..yeah...it doesnt smell that bad as it says, but it still does. Also be careful the kids dont get a hand on it. Funny story, we made these at my friends house, and we were well done before his mom came in, and she saw the pans, etc. She began to ask what we had made, and we said we made brownies, but they are only for his trip. She desperately wanted one, and after my friend said no, she started to get suspicious, so he finally agreed to give her one. I was laughing so hard while his mom was eating the weed brownie, without knowing it. It was hilarious, apparently later that day she complained about feeling light headed, and dizzy lol.

Drinking Tip: Befriend a person that knows how to administer IV's. Get a liter or two in you (it's just saline solution) and you feel like a new man. Smelling salts (ammonia) work pretty well if your trying to stay awake.

a buddy of mine just retired from the Navy (he was a nurse) said he used to do that all the time. get completely obliterated, go into the hospital 2 hours before his shift, hook up the IV and sleep til shift time. got up and was good to go.

my wife and I along with our friend took my sister out for her 21st. We're supposed to go to Power Plant Live in B'more, but because of the snow, we settle on Sonoma's in Columbia. The 4 of us proceed to get totally wasted, with my sister going from all smiles at the start to head in hands pain at the end. We all get in the car and we're no more than 1/2 a mile away, when my wife tells me she has to pee. So I pull into this cul de sac with all these townhouses, and my wife gets out and leans against the bumper to go. Well, me thinking I'm being a smartass, about 20 seconds in, I start honking the horn...at 2:30am and don't stop until she's in the car. My wife goes into overdrive, finishes up and gets back in the car, smacking me. I'm balled over in laughter, because at that time it was the funniest thing ever.

I'm on the off ramp from 32 to get on 108, and my sister tells me she has to puke. I tell her, can you wait a few seconds, so I can pull into a dark parking lot. Nope...no more than I get the car over on the shoulder did the door fly open and my sister is hanging out of the car puking. Puke on my wife's scarf, puke on the doorjam, and puke all over the side of the road, and all I can think of is I hope some State Trooper doesn't pull up behind me. I get my buddy home, and both my wife and sister pass out. About 15 minutes from home, I have to pee, so I pull into a elementary school parking lot and proceed to water a tree. Get my sister home, and then I finally get home.

Next day, wife and I wake up and we're fine. My sister comes over for the NFC and AFC Championship games...she proceeds to tell me she woke up at noon, still drunk. Went to eat a bowl of soup for lunch, and every other bite, she had to stop, and lay down on the bench at the kitchen table so the room would stop spinning. Then when she was here to watch the games, she laid on the floor the entire time.

we are going clubbing to DC, and we pregaming, and my other friends smoke alotta green, so they are doing that too, in the car. we have a couple cases in the car, plus they have their bud, so it wasnt the smartest situation. We pull into a neighborhood and do our thing, but there is a cop right near us, so we drive away, and he starts following us. So we are freaking out bc we are drunk, and some high, and we have the drinks plus over a gram of weed. So the cop follows us for a couple mins, we are yelling at our friend who has the weed to ditch it somehow, but we have all seen Cops and when they try to throw it out of the window, that shit doesnt fly. We convinced him to eat it, while my other pothead friend was really upset, bc he felt eating it would be a waste...so my friend eats over a gram of weed, funniest shit ever....the cops then turns his lights on, and stays behind us for 2 secs, and they quickly, pulls away from behind us, and chases after some other car...we got so freaking lucky

So were you in Super Troopers?

__________________Regret nothing. At one time it was exactly what you wanted.

I got pulled over back in my senior year of high school, drunk as all hell. I got arrested, thrown in the back of the cop car and taken to the station.

About half way through of them processing me the cop recognized my last name, he asked me who my parents were and when I told him he got up and left the room. A few minutes later he comes back and says he called my parents and I'm getting off REAL LUCKY.

I ended up getting a ticket for failure to keep right, but the worst part was having to face the folks.

I also have another memorable driving drunk story. I was hanging out with some friends and this guy lived out in the middle of nowhere. About 2am I hopped in my car intending to go home to my own bed. Trouble is I don't remember ever getting in the car. I was absolutely plastered and had no business being behind the wheel. To this day I count my lucky stars nothing happened. I ended up getting lost and driving around for 4 hours. What a nightmare, driving around old back roads... piss drunk. I finally found my way back to civilization and crashed at my girlfriend's (now wife) dorm. She wasn't too impressed to see me show up at 6am drunk as hell.

as a founding father of my and AMD's fraternity chapter, we had a chartering banquet to celebrate becoming a full fledged chapter. the after party was at a hotel on the other side of town from campus.

i figured champagne would be an appropriate drink for the evening. so after hanging out, drinking a magnum and a half later, with a few Coronas, a few shots of Jack and a fat cigar mixed in, a few of us head over to Denny's for some grub. after a huge plate of the greasiest (not greazy) food ever and stealing several juice carafes, I head back to my hotel room to find out that the hotel staff is not too happy with us, and that we better be quiet. this is 4am, 4:30, i'm hugging the toilet...

i startle myself awake at 11am, check out time. stumble out of bed with the worst headache ever. the drive felt like the longest drive ever, even though it was 5 minutes. and i crawl into bed and sleep the day away.

Although this doesn't prevent hangovers, I would take 3 ibuprofen and drink two glasses of water before I crashed. Also, if I knew I was going out drinking I would make sure to drink at least 32 oz of water before. Dehydration is your worst enemy.

after a huge plate of the greasiest (not greazy) food ever and stealing several juice carafes, I head back to my hotel room to find out that the hotel staff is not too happy with us, and that we better be quiet. this is 4am, 4:30, i'm hugging the toilet...

Thank you for pointing out that it was greasy and not greazy, very big difference. Wine and Champaign hangovers really are the worst.

Also the part about "hugging the toilet" reminded me of something funny. I was drinking a bunch of tequila at a friend's place sophomore year and I started to feel sick, so I went into the bathroom for some alone time with the toilet. About 10 minutes later I walk out of the bathroom and my lip is all bloody and swollen. Naturally, my friends ask me what the hell happened and I come back with "I got into a fight with the toilet and it kicked my ass!" What happened was, I was leaning over it with my head resting on my hand and I passed out and hit my mouth on the rim of the bowl( :vomit: ), which woke me up right away. I was too drunk to realize that I had a busted up lip so I just went back out into the party like it was nothing.

I remember being so drunk once that when I went to the bathroom to puke I forgot to bend over or kneel. I just stood over the toilet and puked standing up. I sprayed vomit all over the toilet's exterior and behind, on the toilet paper roll and side of the sink cabinet. I guess at the time I didn't think it was too bad because I remember wiping some of it up. My friend woke me the next morning and said that it looked like someone exploded in his bathroom. I take a look and it was like some horror movie scene. HAHA or better yet "The Worst Bathroom In England" from Trainspotting.